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[lucidfairies]

‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚ 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚

cw: nsfw and sfw themes ahead. mentions of a strap, sex, bondage, public sex, pussy eating, etc.

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𝐬𝐟𝐰:

✶ she developed her webs in joel's garage. he damn near had a heart attack when he caught her stuck to the ceiling of her room after her taking a "sick day" from school. very early stages of her spider-woman era, but joel still teases her about it. he tells you the story once ellie lets him know that you know.

✶ she has a bad habit of not pulling her punches. she can't quite help it — joel didn't raise her to play nice with others like that. especially others who like to prey on innocent people.

✶ she doesn't like calling herself a super-hero. she's not one, really. she'd say she's a vigilante more than anything else. she's very adamant about it. its endearing.

✶ she absolutely loves giving the cops a hard time and she takes credit for every bad guy that gets caught. she's known for making them go on wild goose chases and exhausting their "resources" too. she makes them work for the arrest. if she's busting her ass every night, they should be too. joel (captain miller...) is not very fond of it.

✶ speaking of captain joel, thats the only reason she really helps the cops. otherwise, she wouldn't be handing them these arrests. there's certain things the cops can't do that a vigilante can. and if captain joel turns a blind eye, so will everyone else.

✶ because she's got a healing factor, she smokes. she smokes more around the holidays. she’ll go through a pack a week if she doesn’t reel herself in. she usually doesn’t, honestly, but such is life.

✶ she loves seeing little kids dressed as her. she does her best to interact with them when she's making rounds.

✶ villains don't really like fighting her because she doesn't dodge. she'll take the hits because she just doesn't care. its a sight to see, really — this chick with her suit ripped up, hands relaxed at her sides, staring straight at whoever just threw the punch. make sure to clear the area if she starts laughing.

✶ she has perfectly curated playlists for her swinging sessions. only join her if you're prepared to invest in good headphones so she can share her playlist.

✶ she takes you around the city if you don't want to take the train, bus or a taxi. its just easier, honestly.

✶ super dork. loves comic books and she was ecstatic to design her first suit. she keeps it in the back of her closet to look at every now and then.

✶ she's a photographer for the local paper. guess who always gets the best angles of spider-woman?

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰:

✶ she uses her webs for things she probably shouldn't. she likes tying you up and using you to her hearts content. she'll web your mouth shut if you don't quiet down.

✶ she's insanely strong so if she's out of webs, she'll just hold you down herself. she's got a bad habit of doing it anyway.

✶ she's also very flexible. it comes in handy when you want to have your way with her, too — knees pushed to her shoulders, your tongue lapping up every drop of slick that drips out of her cunt.

✶ she loves fucking you with the mask on. you don't admit to having fantasized about it, but she clocks you as soon as you guide her hands to your ass one night after she came back from patrol.

✶ she'll take you to the highest skyscraper just to fuck you over the edge. it takes a few times to get used to the swoop! in your stomach when she takes you up there the first few times, but now its just a part of the foreplay.

✶ she'll snatch you up when you least expect it and then eat you out in an alleyway if she's missing you that bad. she just can't help it.

✶ she really likes roleplaying, specifically when you pretend to be in trouble and she comes around to rescue you. how else do you expect to repay her if not by riding her strap?

✶ she's very possessive when she's a civilian with you. and she hates that she can't be loud and proud about it when she has the mask on. at the end of the day, though, its her tongue in your cunt as you whimper her name. such is life when your girlfriend is spider-woman.

✶ she's the worst at flirting but can't help dirty talk in bed. it just falls off the tongue.

[lucidfairies]

eeeeee my favorite writer tagged me ty ty ty!!

I'm a lucid dreamer and it came to me in a dream! it was coincidental that I started this account a couple days after it appeared in my dream ❤️

no presh tags! @mystellenia @sevsgiirl @s-4pphics @yourmom1232

Tag game🎉

Tag your moots and ask them where they got the idea for their tumblr accounts name!

For my name it was a nickname I was giving back in middleschool! One of our teacher had a system where we worked with 'wifi' eachtime we talked in class we lost a bar of the "wifi" (was a weird joke and we never held count on that) All the kids usually joked if they needed 'wifi' , they would borrow mine if they wanted to talk more. (I was incredibly shy in middle school, I only talked to like 3 people at school;^;)

They called me Ms. Wifi because of that. I just thought it would be funny if I put 'miss' instead of 'ms' because of my terrible actual wifi connection I have at home lol.

That's my story! Now moots, only if you guys want to, tell us your story.

Tags-> @slipping-lately @firequeenofficial @noagskryf @twinklstarrrr @halfbakedspuds @polterwasteist @rokushi-san @mygedagtes +anyone that sees this and wants to do this as well

[lucidfairies]

me flirting: u make me feel less dead

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ellie in red plaid

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I’m really wet rn

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i have free will and i’m not afraid to use it

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I wanna blow her

a kiss.

[lucidfairies]

— overstim with caitvi

this drabble is like if this art and this tiktok had a baby

cw: dommy mommy cait, edging, overstimulation, mommy kink, cunniligus, vibrator usage, crying, praise kink, light bondage, light boot play but I promise it's hot, fingering, squirting, collar mentioned *giggle*

note: this is filthy

violet was tired. work was long - she was running errands for cait, stopping by the bar for Vander, picking things up for him, running back and forth between the cities to complete tasks that nobody else could do for themselves. and on top of that, she had to do her actual job.

and so, when she arrived back at the kiramman house that night, all she wanted to do was lay down, maybe eat, then go to sleep. her and cait could talk in the morning about her stressful day, especially since she had work for another hour.

violet was tired. work was long - she was running errands for cait, stopping by the bar for Vander, picking things up for him, running back and forth between the cities to complete tasks that nobody else could do for themselves. and on top of that, she had to do her actual job.

and so, when she arrived back at the kiramman house that night, all she wanted to do was lay down, maybe eat, then go to sleep. her and cait could talk in the morning about her stressful day, especially since she had work for another hour.

that was far from caitlyn's plan, though.

cait knew that vi was busy today. she knew that she would get home with tight shoulders and a knit brow, drop her bag on the floor, and slip off her shoes, probably climb in bed and fall sound asleep without bothering to eat. she had other plans for her.

vi was on her knees between caitlyn's legs at her desk, cheek resting on her thigh while she wrote away, finishing her paperwork for the day. her hands were cuffed behind her back, wrapped in expensive, midnight blue silk cuffs that caitlyn had personally made, C.K embroidered on her left wrist.

there was a vibe pressing mercilessly into her clit, the other end pushing against her g-spot at a tireless speed. and to make matters worse, caitlyn had a pink controller in her hand that made it do whatever she wanted it to.

so, when she was in the middle of reading a paper, she would bump the speed up, and violet would whine and moan, tears leaking from her eyes at the pressure welling in her gut, for the third time. and when her noise picked up, caitlyn would turn the speed down, causing vi's impending orgasm to fizzle out.

it was fucking miserable, and she adored it.

caitlyn wasn't particularly dominant very often; she always ate vi out, and often was on top when they scissored, but nothing like this. nothing like having violet be putty in her hands, dependent on her next move to reach the feeling she longed to touch.

caitlyn was on her last paper, and she was almost sad. it was fun watching violet struggle, watching her whine and whimper, careful not to beg as she knew that wouldn't get her anywhere.

she read quickly, frankly she was skimming, ready to be finished for the day. when she was finally done, she stamped it and placed it in a pile, then turned to vi, cocking her head to the side. "how pretty you are," she murmured, smiling as she cupped vi's cheek and forced her to look at her.

tears stained violet's cheeks and she was sniffling, so overworked that her muscles were barely working. and when caitlyn shifted, pressing the top of her boot into vi's cunt, she swore she saw stars. "cait, cait, please," she pushed her hips into caitlyn's boot, pathetically, "mommy." caitlyn pressed harder, and vi fucking mewed, practically seeing stars.

she didn't know how she got into this situation. one moment she was coming home and pressing a kind kiss into caitlyn's head, and the next cait was binding her hands behind her back and dangling a vibrator in front of her face.

and now she was here.

caitlyn stood, removing her boot as vi slouched back. she was a pretty sight on her knees, shoulders slouched and sweaty hair falling in front of her eyes. she was breathing rapidly. caitlyn was soaked. she stripped herself of her enforcer uniform, leaving her in a white undershirt and a pair of panties.

she leaned back against the desk, eyeing vi for a moment. "come," vi moved towards her, looking up with wide, begging eyes. she knew what was coming when cait stripped herself of her panties, pussy glistening.

if there was something that vi loved more in the world than caitlyn, it was eating caitlyn's pussy.

so when caitlyn laced her hand in violet's hair and brought one leg over her shoulder, vi practically moaned. it was right there. and caitlyn wouldn't let her; gripping her hair too tightly for vi to push forward.

"pretty girls get what they want when they ask." caitlyn tutted, tapping vi's cheek with her free hand.

"mommy please, please let me eat you." caitlyn's hand loosened and vi wasted no time, pushing forward and licking like a woman starved. she couldn't bother thinking about the vibe pressing into her right now, all that mattered was pleasing cait.

when caitlyn's head lolled back and her mouth fell open, violet knew she was achieving her goal. "vi," she moaned, "you're so good." her hand tightened around the controller, turning the setting up just to hear violet moan. and moan she did, high pitched and so fucking whiney, desperate for everything caitlyn could give her.

caitlyn angled her head back, using her leverage to grind rapidly against violet's warm tongue. her nose bumped against her clit and she groaned, eyes tightening as her stomach twisted. vi took over as caitlyn's grip relaxed, sucking her clit into her mouth and licking stripes and patterns until cait was coming on her face with a silent scream, mouth falling open in the shape of an 'o' and her brows knitting.

vi licked up every last drop, looking up at violet with a dazed expression. she came back to her senses, grinding helplessly against the vibration as her orgasm approached. and just as she was so close, caitlyn turned it off. fully. violet could've screamed.

"up," caitlyn commanded, sultry accent shining thick. vi willed herself to get up, legs shaking. against her better hopes, she slouched against caitlyn, breathing rapidly against her neck. caitlyn placed her nimble hands on violet's hips, flipping them so that she could trap the shorter woman against her desk. "you did a good job, violet," she said as she sunk to her knees before her.

she tugged on vi's boxers, pulling them down her thick thighs until they pooled at her feet. she was quite literally dripping, slick drenching her thighs and boxers. caitlyn looked up at her as she gently pulled the vibrator away from her, licking it clean before tossing it in the pile with her clothes.

vi had never been this wet in her life.

she knew she wasn't going to last long the moment cait's tongue found her clit. caitlyn knew it too, only sucking her clit for a moment before pushing one of her fingers against violet's opening. there was no reason to wait - vi was so wet that practically anything could've fit in her.

caitlyn was quick to make one finger two, and two fingers three, until violet was giving into her, arching her back and crying out for mercy while caitlyn did everything in her power to bring her over the edge.

violet fucking screamed as she came. she humped caitlyn's face as ropes of pretty, white cum filled her mouth, and before she knew what was happening, her hips were jilting forward and she was squirting into caitlyn's mouth, the sensation so overwhelming she almost fell over.

caitlyn licked it all up, rolling back to look at the sight of violet. she was panting, cunt red and puffy after hours of stimulation. she stood, helping violet into their room as she cleaned her up.

"we should do this more often," violet said with a smirk as caitlyn took her favorite seat on her lap. she looked phenomenal like this, thick arm behind her head and red cheeks highlighting her face structure.

"well..." caitlyn leaned over, opening the nightstand drawer and pulling out a nice, leather collar and leash. "will you wear this next time?" she dangled it in front of violet's face as the color in it drained.

"you want me to wear a fucking collar?" violet laughed, shaking her head. "commander kiramman, you dirty fucking girl."

[lucidfairies]

oh my

— sevika having baby fever

synopsis: after waking up from a rather unexpected dream, sevika’s been a little bit more handsy than usual, as well as suggesting ideas you never would’ve thought would come out of her mouth. but you’re not against it.

tags: mentions of pregnancy, top!sevika, bottom!reader, breeding kink, strap-ons, daddy kink.

notes: just a small little drabble because the idea of sevika having baby fever enticed me, also don’t ask me about the back to back horny posting I don’t know what took over me either.

the idea of a child never appealed to sevika.

it’s not that she hates kids, she was actually quite neutral about them. she found them adorable, but not having one wasn’t something she’d consider a loss

so she doesn’t understand where the goddamn dream came from.

it came to her in a blur, but one moment she was in deep slumber, her vision engulfed in darkness then the next, your face suddenly showed. this wasn’t the first time she’s dreamt about you, as a matter of fact you’re a reoccurring actress in almost all of her dreams. specifically the lewd ones.

and in this dream you stayed relatively the same. your hair was still at its familiar length, along with the crookedness of your smile and the same twinkle in your eyes.

the difference was the shape of your tummy. as her dream continued her mind began to pick up the alterations of your body, how your stomach was fuller, and not in the way it usually is after you ate a full meal and end up a bit bloated. no, it was rounder.

perplexed, she walked closer to you and it was then she picked up on the setting her mind conjured up. it was your shared bedroom, but as she looked past you, she noticed a little addition in the corner between the closet and the window.

a small, wooden crib.

inside there were small baby pink pillows and a linen blanket with floral patterns embroidered on the material. plushies of varying animals could be seen inside as well.

as her eyes scanned the display, your soft voice finally broke her out of her reverie:

“you excited, honey?” you asked, your eyes fluttering up at her, and there was a glow to your face that she couldn’t quite place. you were radiant, and she was enthralled.

your hands smoothen over your belly before you reached up and touched her cheek.

“I love you so much,” you said, your voice merely a whisper “thank you for making me a mommy.”

she woke up in cold sweat that night.

ever since she’s been acting weird around you. asking you certain questions that raised an eyebrow or two, being extra handsy whenever you’re in the kitchen and she’d sneak up behind you, wrap her strong arms around your waist, which she’s always done whenever you were washing the dishes or cooking, but this time you noticed her hands were extra attentive to your belly.

how her palm would smooth over your midsection, kissing the pulse point below your ear, and nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck. holding you in a way as if she was scared that at any moment, you’d slip away.

yeah, something was definitely up with her.

you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly the issue was but you’d notice how her attention would drift off to certain things she never would’ve paid any mind back then.

you noticed it when you went to the market and brought sevika with you, too busy scanning the aisles of fresh vegetables that you didn’t pick up on the way sevika’s eyes wandered elsewhere.

specifically to the little kids playing far off into the distance chasing each other around with huge smiles on their faces, making sevika’s chest flutter and she was so fixated on the sight that her ears drowned out your voice and didn’t even notice you were calling out her name.

“sev,” you snapped your fingers in front of her face which finally caught her attention “are you there? I was asking if you’d like chicken soup for dinner?”

she cleared her throat and just nodded “y-yeah, it’s up to you, honey.”

you weren’t dumb. you noticed where her eyes drifted to and it was only a matter of time before the topic was brought up. but of course, she was stubborn, not to mention quite shy when voicing out her interest on a matter as serious as children.

regardless, you persisted.

“something bothering you, baby?” you asked her as you settled in bed late one night.

she shook her head “no, I’m fine.”

you hummed, your hands rubbing her forearms as you moved to straddle her lap.

“it doesn’t seem like you are. you’ve been distracted.” you said as you leaned down to pepper kisses down her neck “you know you can tell me anything…”

her chest tightened at your soft tone before she finally lets out a sigh “I had a dream a few nights ago.”

you listened intently as you motioned with your head for her to continue.

“it was weird because the idea never even crossed my mind before but… I dreamt you were pregnant. with my child. it’s crazy, I know. it’s not like it’s possible anyways but… I just can’t it get out of my mind.”

“the thought of having kids?”

she nodded as her flesh hand gripped your waist “and just… you. carrying my child. fuck baby, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

her voice dropped several octaves lower as she recalled the entire dream by memory “your belly was round, and you were glowing. you know that pregnancy glow they talk about? you had that. and your tits were all swollen and you looked so happy…”

you bit your lip as you started grinding lazily on her thighs, and you swore her eyes darkened.

“yeah? you liked the idea of knocking me up, honey?” you whispered, leaning down to press your mouth against hers “like the idea of making me a mommy?”

it was as if she was transported back to that dream, and she couldn’t help the primal need that suddenly uncoiled inside her hearing your words and how pliant you became.

“you like the idea?” she asked, her tone husky and it took a while for you to answer as you pondered.

after a minute or two, you nodded “if I’m being honest, it never crossed my mind either. thinking about it now though…”

her palm gripped your ass, making you squirm as she sat up a little so her face was closer to yours.

“you wanna have my kid, sweetheart?“ she asked “be my little housewife who walks around taking care of our baby while I go out and provide for our family?“

your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as you gripped sevika’s shoulders.

“please daddy,”

and that’s how you found yourself on all fours, face pushed against the mattress as sevika plowed in and out of you with her strap. your juices dripping off her cock as she throws her head back and moans, the harness hitting her clit just right and causing the perfect amount of friction.

she reaches forward and takes you by your hair and pulls “that’s it. take it. take it for me, mama. such a good cunt that’s gonna take all my cum. you’re gonna take it won’t you?”

you nodded, drool gathering at the corners of your mouth “please, daddy. it feels so good.” you were basically slurring your words at this point and sevika couldn’t help but chuckle at your state. so cock drunk as she took you by your arms, and held you up so your back was against her chest.

she gripped both your tits with her flesh and mech hand, the cold texture of her metal fingers pinching your nipple and a shiver ran down your spine at the sensation. all the while you jostled violently in her hold as she kept hammering into you.

“pussy’s so fucking tight,” she groaned, reaching down with her right hand as she fingered the hood of your clit and rubbed, making you cry out “gonna fill it to the brim with my cum so you’ll have no choice but to carry my fucking kid. you will won’t you, sweetheart?”

you panted heavily as the fast strokes of her fingers and the harsh thrust of her cock inside you made your head spin “daddy, please. fuck. it feels so fucking good. I’m gonna cum. put a baby inside me please. make me a mommy.”

“oh, I’m gonna give it to you, alright. I’ll have one, two, three and heck, ten fucking children running around this house by the time I’m done with you.” beads of sweat slid down her forehead as she felt the throes of her orgasm approaching.

“because that’s all you’re good for right? to have your tight little cunt stuffed and bred?”

your climax tore through you so hard all you could do was whine in a silent cry, meanwhile sevika kept battering in and out of you still as your slick pooled down your thighs, the loud smacking of wet skin filling the room as she chased her own release.

“that’s it…” she muttered, holding you close “if only I could, I’d fuck this pussy just enough to get you pregnant on the first try.”

you sighed, blissful as you continued to let sevika use you, thinking if she really could. you’d let her.

over and over and over again.

[lucidfairies]

help a girl out

[lucidfairies]

Gosh, how I HATE the Arcaneconfessions confessions;

People be saying things for the sake of saying things... Like, oh wow, you dislike everything ever, how analytical!! How smart!!

Everyone is obsessed with writing some overly negative, critical paragraphs about this show, and the excessive, undeserved negativity is always "justified" by some pseudo-progressive bullshit, that this show supposedly goes against and none of us, except of them have picked up on... like huh?

The stupid and overused notion, that Vi and Cait were a forced couple and are a shit wlw representation, the lack of understanding complex characters and describing Cait as an evil, heartless tyrant and hating her for it. Oh my god? This world has given us enough of everything to hate on, but Caitvi is not one of them.

7 years ago we could only dream of shit like this.

Take a breather and stop shitting on everything just because you can and wanna hear yourself talk... It's juvenile.

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holy bust a fucking nut

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police ! abby . dom ! abby . sub ! reader . fingering (r) . mentions of oral . smut. public sex. outdoor sex. teasing . tension . weed usage (r) . sober sex . a pinch of spanking . mdni. word count: 2.5k

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the late hours of the night surged in, casting a dim glow over the night sky. it was peaceful, comfortable, busying yourself by singing your heart out to some 90’s band on the radio. you took another hit from your rose-wrapped joint, an aroma of marijuana filling the car with each puff, every inhale sending a wave of simplicity over you. it was going great, you didn’t have much to worry about besides choosing what to cure your craving for food, and also the fact you were going a little over the speed limit with a broken tail light.

you kept telling yourself you were going to get it fixed, that you just had a lot on your plate and it’ll get done soon. but just as any other task, it ends up getting procrastinated and becoming a bigger problem much sooner than later. you figured it wouldn’t be an issue tonight. no one would be patrolling the streets this late, or so you thought.

a few moments pass until you hear the wail of sirens. undeniably, police sirens. you didn’t think much of it, assuming it was for some other reckless driver. but you realize, there’s nobody on this road, matter of fact, it’s a one-way narrow road, leading you to an inevitable outcome.

you slow down your car, and start mentally preparing yourself for the interrogation. you’ve always had a knack for sweet-talking and batting those lashes of yours to get anything you want, so you figured this wouldn’t be too painful. this also wasn’t your first encounter with the law, but you were always able to get let off the hook– thanks to those charismatic skills.

a small tap echoes from your window, prompting you to roll it down. you’re expected to meet some lousy, off-putting cop who reeks of grease and coffee breath, but you’re not. in fact she was quite the opposite.

“license and registration, ma’am.” there was a pause before she used the mannerism, tilting her shades down to get a good look at you. a small smirk stretches across her face, which doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“of course, officer.” you drag out the last word, your voice having an undertone of something sultry, reaching over in your glovebox and pulling out the identification. you hand over the items, making sure to push your upper arm towards your chest, in hopes of distracting the police woman.

she glances at you, and walks back towards her car. unfortunately, there wasn’t much of a reaction on her face, she just kept the same look of furrowed brows and a sly smirk. a part of your mind scrambles for a bit, most people would’ve given into the seducing tone and the alluring eyes, but not her. she was willing to play the long game, and you happened to be the number one winner.

after some time, you hear the heavy footfalls again, signifying she’s returned. something’s different though, she seems more relaxed and calm, like that cold front she had was just a part of her uniform. “you were doing 50 in 40 zone.” she states calmly, resting her forearm on your window. it’s only then you get a really good look at her. “should’ve known better, darlin’.”

“i know, i’m sorry.” you pout, giving her those irresistible puppy-dog eyes. “it’s just so dark outside, i couldn’t see the signs that well.” lie. you could see those yellow ‘speed limit 40’ signs clearly, but she didn’t need to know that.

she hums in response, looking away before returning her gaze to you. “y’know, that tail light of yours is out too. lucky i ain’t givin’ you a ticket for it.” you hear her southern twang come out, and it brings a soft smile to your lips.

“yes, i’m so very grateful officer,” your words trail off, looking at her badge for a name. abigail. “officer abigail. is there any way i can repay you?”

abby huffs out a laugh, her tongue poking in her cheek. “you’re trouble, ain’t ya?”

“only the good kind.”

it’s silent for a couple of beats, and you think you got her. wrapped around your finger, and willing to let you go for making a simple mistake, and she might actually consider it. until she starts sniffing, and you remember just cause you sobered up, doesn’t mean your car did. her eyes flicker from you to the interior of the car to you again. you weren’t displaying symptoms of being intoxicated, but the smell was all she needed to know.

in an instant, you felt the world around you begin to crumble with just five words. “step out of the car.”

you obey her commands, steadily unbuckling your seatbelt and opening your car door. with one foot in front of the other, you step outside of the vehicle and face her. it’s only then you realize how much of the upper hand she has against you. her frame was well built and muscular, biceps nearly breaking through her black button up. her height was no different, your head barely passes her shoulder.

her feet take a few steps closer to you, your heartbeat speeding up at each step. the two of you are face to face, her blonde baby hairs slightly falling forward when she angles her head down. “i’m gonna need to pat you down, so put your hands on the car.” her head gestures to the vehicle, as if you didn’t know where your own car was. you would’ve scoffed at the act if it wasn’t for the innocent persona you’re putting on.

you comply, turning around with your hands rested on the roof of your vehicle. her hands fall onto your forearm, nearly engulfing the flesh. you watch her move from one arm to the other, her veins prominent with each movement. her hands move to the collar of your shirt, then up to your hair giving it gentle but firm pats.

you feel her hands move down to your back, changing from the patting pattern to an up and down brushing motion. it’s only when you feel her touch against your waist something in the air shifts.

“what were you thinking carrying ‘round that kind of stuff?” her voice is low and gruff, the gust of wind from her mouth brushing against your ear.

“i, i don’t know. it’s just been such a long night and i needed a pain reliever.” you whine. honestly, the real ‘pain’ was just the unrelenting ache in your core, but again, she didn’t need to know that.

“is that so? what’s ailing ya?”

it takes you a bit to answer, drinking in the feeling of her hands resting on your waist. even if they were there for a short period of time, you still needed a way to get yourself out of this predicament. you lean against the car, back arching ever so slightly. it’s a small movement, but the way your hips move closer to her front doesn’t go unnoticed by abby.

“it’s my back, it’s been so, so tense.” you purr, bringing back that sultry, seductive tone. it was a shit lie, but you gotta do what you gotta do. “you wouldn’t mind me stretching it out, would you?” you don’t wait for an answer, already expanding your arms out on the roof of your car. your ass presses firm against her crotch, letting out a small moan in hopes of reeling her further into your spell.

she doesn’t say anything, and you don’t know whether to be scared or proud of your teasing. her eyes take in your figure, all splayed out for her. she brings a hand to your spine and trails down the expanse of your back. feeling her calloused palm glide over your tailbone and lead down to your ass, landing a firm smack! a yelp leaves your lips at the sharp sensation, it’s unexpected but very much welcomed.

“i don’t think you know what you’re playin’ with, sweetheart.” abby’s voice remains low, but there’s a hidden layer of desire behind it, a craving. it sends a buzz through you, wanting to explore the depth of her words.

“then show me.”

her hands fly to your hips, gripping them tight enough to leave marks, but she’s not moving. before you could come up with some teasing comment, she huffs. “are.. are you sure you want this? because when i fuck, i fuck hard, and i don’t wanna hurt a sweet thing like you.”

those words are enough to make you swoon like some lovesick fool. even though you committed a felony, she’s still worried for your safety, what a lady. “i need you, officer.” your head cranes back to look at her, giving those sweet, lustful eyes.

she sucks in air through her teeth, mumbling something but you didn’t catch it. you couldn’t care anyway, not when her foot kicks open your legs, and her thigh hits your cunt, giving you a surface to grind on. her thigh fits perfectly between your legs, the cotton material paired with her muscled flesh elicits small whines from you. your hips rock back and forth against it, the pleasure feeling muffled from the layers of clothing, but it’ll have to do for now.

her eyes follow the rhythmic pattern of your hips, watching them glide up and down her. along with the wet stop slowly starting to form from it. “shit, you’re soaking my pants, hun.” she groans, gripping the soft flesh of your waist as you work against her. “so desperate for me already, and i hadn’t even fucked you properly.”

you look back at her with half lidded eyes, lips pink and pouty. “please, need more.” your hips pick up pace, nearly rocking the car with the amount of force you’re using.

a breathy laugh leaves her throat at your eagerness. her hand sits on your hips firmly, halting your movements. “easy girl, i’ll give you what you need.” and she does. in one swift movement, your shorts pool at your feet, the breeze of the wind hitting your cunt. her finger drags over your slit, coating it in your slick. “so wet, darling. all of this for me?”

you barely get a squeak out before her middle finger plunges into you. the thickness of her stretches you out completely, a mixture of pleasure and pain swirling within you. she lets you adjust to the new feeling, curling her finger but not moving it.

“you okay?” she asks, and you respond with a hum. “good, baby. already taking me so well.” her finger moves slightly, letting half of it glide in and out of you. her other hand moves up your back and presses you further against the car, creating a deeper arch.

abby finds the perfect tempo to make you shudder. it’s slow and deliberate, the tip of her finger curling so it hits that spot inside of you everytime. your legs shake, nails digging into the palm of your hand as she hovers over you. her breath fans over the shell of your ear, voice dripping with amusement and desire.

“oh, sweetheart, you like this way too much, don’t you?” she teases, pulling her fingers out just to plunge back in, knuckles deep. “something ‘bout getting your pretty pussy split open on my fingers excites you?”

you let out a loud, whiny moan at her words, pushing yourself back on her hand and chasing the pleasure she’s giving you. she hums at your desperation, but she’s not content with it. the same hand that was pressing against your spine glides down to the globes of your ass. massaging and kneading the supple skin before landing a firm smack on it.

“don’t do that. you’re gonna take what i give you, yeah?” her voice stern and dripping with dominance. you nod weakly, a broken ‘yes’ leaving your lips as she thrusts into you. it’s ruthless, her fingers curl with precision like she’s done this a thousand times before. you whimper, your cheek pressing against the cool metal of your car, barely holding yourself up as abby fucks into you.

“that’s it, baby.” she coos, her voice low and syrupy. “look at you, makin’ a mess all over me.” the loud squelching sound of your cunt around her fingers makes her groan, relishing in the way your pussy greedily sucks her in. your walls clench down on her and it makes it harder for her to thrust into you, frustrated, her thumb finds your clit and rubs light circles on it.

“oh, fuck, abby–” the name leave your lips faster than you intended, resulting in a low growl from her.

“what was that?”

“officer, please, m’ sorry, officer.” you ramble, mind going blank as she eases another finger into you. the feeling of being stuffed full with her fingers is enough to send you over the edge. the dual sensation of her finger working into you and her thumb circling your clit makes your thighs shake. you can’t help it— the pleasure is overwhelming, consuming, building up so fast you don’t even have time to alert her.

your body jolts as your orgasm hits. a long, drawn out moan pouring into the squelches and groans between the two of you. your walls squeeze her fingers, and she groans at the feeling, her pace never faltering as she fucks you through it, making sure you feel every ounce of her. “such a good girl, cummin’ all over my fingers like that.”

the euphoric feeling washes over, replaced with overstimulation. her fingers never falter, keeping that same slow, deliberate pace. “t-too much,” you whimper, but she only smirks, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before pulling out and leaving you empty.

you barely get a second to recover before she flips you around, your back hitting the car. she sinks to the ground, her knees hitting the concrete as her hands wrap around the back of your thighs. her lips press against the flesh, nipping and licking at it. her eyes flicker up to your face, a smile creeping on her face at your fucked-out expression. “think you can give me one more, darlin’?”

your fingers tense at her shoulders, running through all of the worst-case scenarios in your mind, but there is none. your body still tingles from your last orgasm, legs barely able to work on their own. but when you see her muscles flex, those baby blue eyes peering up at you through her sunglasses, it’s impossible to say no. “yes, officer.” you whine, watching her lips hover over your core.

“good girl.”

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[lucidfairies]

a friendly reminder since i had a minor in my replies today. this is not a space for you. i’m very much into my twenties + i am an adult and my blog is not for you. i cannot control what you consume but i ask that you respect my boundaries. if i find out you are a minor, you will be blocked. all ages under eighteen, please do not interact with me.

[lucidfairies]

A very sweet and wholesome jayvik commission as postcanon chicken farmers in the outskirts of Demacia. Link to the fic :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63833935/chapters/163693306

[lucidfairies]

wanted to revisit this! creating my source list rn and any input from people would be greatly appreciated ❤️

hi ! I'm writing a research paper on masculinization of black lesbians in the lesbian community for an African American studies class and I would love to hear personal stories if anyone has any ! these could be things you experienced or things you've watched happen, both would work! dm me if you're comfortable! (all responses are anonymous unless asked otherwise in the paper ❤️)

p.s. it's totally okay if you're outside of the states too, part of the paper is also just about masculinization of black lesbians, regardless of whether you're American!

[lucidfairies]

that sevika free use fic literally made me smoke a cigarette on my front porch. i like the idea of being fucked to tears but it’s an even more appealing idea of being so brainless that all u can do is laugh and moan about it. i think sevika would like seeing u that way honestly

this is so hot: "i like the idea of being fucked to tears but it’s an even more appealing idea of being so brainless that all u can do is laugh and moan about it."

i'm SO convinced sevika's favorite way to get you all brainless 'n dumb is bending you over and fucking you rough in doggy… you’d be so obedient for her.

cw: free use, degradation, breeding, roughness, pure filth...

your back is arched, face pressing into the mattress and arms limp beside you. i’ve written this before but it never gets old. it’s just so easy to get your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, eyebrows furrowing with your mouth, and cunt gaping wide open for her.

sevika, of course, is drilling so deep inside you to get you like this, cock pressing painfully yet deliciously against the spongey spot of your cervix—with the disgusting sloshing and skin-slapping noises to prove it. her wide hips are grinding against your ass, fast and rough, but precise and purposeful. she’s fucking you practically to death to get you stupid and pliant. you’re so easy. so easy to pin down, fuck, and breed.

you, of course, are practically brain-dead at how overwhelmingly full your pussy is; we all know her strap is huge. again, it’s purposeful, she loves seeing you so slutty and dumb for her, so willing to take anything she gives you including cruel treatment. the only thing you can do at this moment is moan into the pillows and fuck your ass back on her so her dick can go as far inside you as possible. you’re completely cockdrunk. all you can do is moan and giggle—like you’ve taken some sort of drug.

“mmph!! mm-da- hah!! f-fu-,” you let out a series of incoherent babbles as she continues her assault on your greedy pussy. at this point, your hole has created a nasty white ring around her cock—maybe as a means to thank her for giving you want you so desperately crave. dick. you’re truly just a cock hungry whore, starving for whatever she gives you.

“what? huh?! can’t even fuckin’ talk, can you?” she emphasizes her words by thrusting harder into you, faux balls grazing against your neglected clit. your cunt squelches even louder, doing all the talking for you. she leans back slightly, her newly chopped blunt haircut falling over her eyes. sevika places her large hands (yes she has her mech hand) on each ass cheek and spreads—just to see how good your cunt looks clutching her cock, so desperate to cling on to her. “i’ve got my dick so deep in your slutty little pussy it has you all fucked up, hmm?”

her crude words have you shrinking further into your already brainless state. still, all you can do is giggle. your laughs are mixed with clipped moans because of how harsh her thrusts are, cutting off the sounds escaping your throat before they’re fully formed.

“y-ye- hmfph!! haa- he,” your laughs are comparable to the sounds porn stars make in their movies. loud and full of need—like you’re putting on a show just for her. just to get her feral enough to ruin you.

“shhh, ‘s okay. you don’t have to talk, doll.” she poses faux sympathy for you before gripping your ass to fuck you back on her. “yeah, shut the fuck up. shut it. want you to sit there and take this dick. take it.”

she quickens her pace, slamming into you and removing her hand on your ass to press your back into an even more painful arch. the action causes you to let out a sharp gasp, surprise evident in your voice at her truly animalistic ways. the slick spilling from your pussy squirts out from between your bodies and drenches your inner thighs.

you, laying immobile and motionless on your mattress still speak no identifiable words. your head in sevika-shaped clouds and obsessed with her ruthlessness. sevika could pin you down, grip onto you like she hated your guts, and hurt you immensely, but it'd still be love.

"da- f-fu, s-se, hmm!" you chuckle, smiling lazily into the covers.

she lets out a throaty laugh, "s-shit. you'd just let me do anything to this pretty body, wouldn't you? maybe you'll even let me breed this little pussy... you'd take it, yeah? you'd take my load in this tight little cunt 'n let me put a baby into you? make you a mommy?"

"mhm! puh-please!"

and finally, after forever, you utter an expression that is coherent.

"then cum on this dick. cum on this shit so you're easier to breed."

...

ok! so this was way longer than i intended it to be...